Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from India and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bobby Hutcherson to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Main Source,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth,
Neu!,
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
Bobby Sherman,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
Morten Harket,
The Red Krayola,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.